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Subject: Eleanor Jones pt 2/? ( m/g teen/preteen inc,cons)
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The following story is pure fiction, the product of the imagination of the
author. It is also the sole property of the author and is protected by
copyright law. No part may be reposted for profit.
The following story contains sexually explicit text, if reading such
writings violates your moral senses or if you are not legally of an age to
read such things, then get the hell out of here fast. If your national or
local law prohibits the viewing of such materials, move as soon as you can
get an exit visa.
Ch 2
Jack and I stopped playing doctor a few months after that, we didn't go
beyond the touching stage, and even though it felt really good to have him
touch my little pussy, we just grew out of it by the time I was nine and a
half.
That is, until a few years later, when I caught Cecee playing doctor when
she was almost ten. I was 12 by that time, and Jack was almost 15. Jack and
I were still close, we fought a bit as all teens do, but we were still
chummy.
I gave Cecee a ration of shit for having her pants around her knees out in
the woods with a boy, playing doctor just like she had tried to get us in
trouble about. She begged me not to tell mom, and I told her I wouldn't,
just like she hadn't told on us back then. I laughed to myself letting her
think she was toast until mom got home. Mom reacted the same way she had
those more than 3 years earlier with Jack and me.
Jack and I joked about it later, and the conversation turned around to how
much fun we had back then and how much different it would have been if we
had known what we were doing.
I remember how much I had liked being with him, naked in his bed, just
touching him, and having him touch me. I started thinking about how much fun
it would be if we still played like that, now that our bodies were that much
more grown up.
Even at 12 years old, my breasts were pretty big, not big bazzombas like the
older girls had, but I was more than just an A cup already, not that I wore
a bra all the time. Jack had grown too, and from the tent in his shorts in
the morning when he was rushing to the bathroom to pee, his penis had grown
up with him. I had thought a few times how much I would like to play with it
again, like we used to, and even more than we used to. By 12 I knew a little
more about sex, and jerking off, and even a little bit about blowjobs. Not
that I had ever done it, but my friends had joked about it, so I knew a
little about oral sex.
Somewhere in joking with Jack about Cecee and the neighbor boy being out in
the woods with their pants down, I said something that I still don't know
why I did. I said, "Too bad we don't still play like that, it would be fun"
The words were barely out of my mouth before I realized what I had said, and
I wished I hadn't. To this day however, I am very glad I did say it out
loud. Jack looked at me and said "Really?"
I tried to play it off as a joke, but before I could, he added "I was
thinking the same thing, how much more fun it would be if we could play
those games again."
My mind started to reel, would mom understand? We were older now; it wouldn'
t be as innocent as it had been. This would be more like real sex. That
fact maybe what made me say what I did next.
"Why can't we? I mean, why can't we have fun, as long as we don't go too
far?"
Jack just smiled and said we would have to make sure Cecee didn't catch us,
and maybe mom shouldn't find out about this time.
The next day, when Cecee was off visiting a friend, and maybe pulling her
pants down for her doctor friend, and dad was at work, and mom was having
her weekly lunch with my uncle Jack, who my brother was named after, my 15
year old brother and I ended up in his room giggling.
He asked if he could take my clothes off. I always loved it when he had
taken my clothes off; it was a special feeling. He slowly undressed me,
first pulling my shirt over my head while I was standing up near his bed,
and then took my bra off. I was a little nervous as he looked at my boobs
for the first real time since they had started to grow, and he reached out
and ran his hands softly over them, telling me how beautiful they were. His
touch was soft and warm, but it still gave me goose flesh. As many times as
I had touched my boobs, after a shower looking at my body in the mirror,
nothing had ever felt as good as did his hands slowly running over them. My
nipples were hard as his fingers rippled over them. And a new feeling was
starting too, I was getting really warm and sensitive around my pussy, it
was starting to get wet from his touch. I asked if he wanted to suck on
them, because I had heard girls talk about guys doing that, and without a
word, Jack brought his lips to my little hard nipple.
Warm, almost hot, wet lips and tongue took my nipple in, and sent me into a
spin. I had to sit down because my legs were about to stop holding me up.
Before Jack could suck on my tit much at all, I stretched out on his bed. He
sat beside me, still caressing my tits, asking me how it felt. It felt
GREAT!!!!! But I just smiled and said "really good". He told me how great
they were, how soft and then he bent down and started to suck and lick on
one of them again. His hand was still caressing the other one, and I was in
heaven. I stroked his short brown hair as he sucked on me. I didn't think
anything could feel this good.
Some people would be freaked out because he was my brother, but that made it
even better. I could trust him, I knew he wouldn't be giving me a bad
reputation at school, bragging about me. And I knew that he loved me, in his
own special way. Yes he was my brother and this was incest, but at the time,
and still to this day it felt the most natural thing in the world to do.
After a few minutes of Jack sucking and licking my tit, he started to rub my
tummy, all the way down to the top of my jeans. It tickled a little when he
played with my belly button, but it felt good, I liked being touched
anywhere, and I was thrilled when he poked his hand under the waist of my
jeans, feeling down a little bit inside my panties. I wanted my jeans off; I
wanted to be naked there for him to touch anywhere, everywhere. I told him
to take my pants off. He lifted his head, and smiled. He got up on his
knees and started to unbutton my jeans. Butterflies were dancing in my tummy
as he unzipped them. I lifted my bum up off the bed and let him slide them
off, panties and all at the same time. I was naked, lying on his bed. A more
thrilling thing I could never imagine. He sucked in his breath, and told me
how beautiful I was. I flushed warm all over when he said that, and spread
my legs a little as he ran his hand up over my leg.
I wanted to be touched, more than I ever did before, I wanted my big brother
to touch me, and to play with me with his fingers like he had when we were
kids. And more. I was wet, before he even touched me, my pussy was flowing,
and my pussy lips were swollen and wanting to be invaded by his hand. I
almost lost my mind when he ran his fingers over my very light soft hair
above my slit, and then down over my pussy itself. I just moaned.
He smiled at me, and lay down beside me. His own Jeans were rough against my
skin, and I wanted him to be naked too, but I didn't want him to stop
touching me either, not even to get his clothes off. He started sucking on
my tit again, and running his fingers up and down my wet little slit,
teasing me, making me want more. I wanted his finger in me, more than
anything. I had started fingering myself when I was eleven, and putting a
finger inside of myself a few months ago, and I wanted to feel it from
someone else, from my brother.
He is such a sweetheart, so caring and considerate, even then. He asked me,
"Could I put my finger in you?"
My mind was screaming "YES!!!!!!!!!!!", but my mouth only managed to say
"okay" in a breathless whisper.
He got up from my side, and on his knees again, as he watched his middle
finger slide into me, I didn't watch it, I could barely watch him as he
fucked into me with his finger, my head was spinning and I could barely keep
my eyes open. It felt so damn good; I was wetter than I had ever been.
Looking back now I know I wasn't that wet, not like I can get now, but I was
wet for my age. My body was barely in sex mode at 12 and a half years old,
but it was starting, and yearning. It seemed I was in mini horny mode almost
all the time back then.
He finger fucked me for about five minutes, and I was on cloud nine, I never
dreamed that anything could feel so good. I didn't want him to stop, but he
said it was his turn. I struggled to get up on my knees, and pulled his
shirt off over his head. I ran my hand over his chest, but he quickly lied
down. I giggled at how eager he was, but I undid his pants, and pulled them
off of him. I was amazed. The last time I had been with him naked, his
penis was only about 4 inches long and only about 3/4 of an inch thick, but
now here was a real live cock, at least 7 inches long, and an inch and a
half thick.
In the past, when I had dreamed of getting fucked, I only envisioned the
small cock that I remembered sliding into me, now I saw how big he had
gotten, and I was sure that I was not ready to fuck. There was no way that
something that big was going to fit into me. I remember I was a little
disappointed that day, cause I was hoping that we could do everything. I
knew once I saw him that we would have to wait.
I still wanted to play with it; I wanted to see how good I could make him
feel, like he had made me feel. I wasn't too sure about what to do, but I
caressed it with my fingertips, running slowly up and down the shaft as he
lay there. It wasn't sticking straight up like I thought it would, maybe
because it was so big it was too heavy, but it was lying down against his
belly. I ran my fingers up and down it, and over his balls. His hair was
thick above his shaft but barely there on his balls. I remember being
thrilled the way they would move when I touched them.
He was leaking precum when I wrapped my hand around it, at first I was too
tight, but he showed me how to hold it, and to stroke it for him. I remember
I didn't have to stroke him long, or very fast before he came. I remember I
was amazed by him shooting, his white cum shooting out of the end and
dropping back on his belly.
That was all we did that day. Mom was due back any time. but that wasn't the
only time we would be together. That summer we would give each other hand
jobs as often as we could, and many lazy afternoons were spent lying naked
together in his bed, when no one else was home.